Your mission was clear: infiltrate Onychinus’ stronghold, uncover the truth about the shadowy figure known only as the Crow—a name whispered with dread throughout the N109 Zone—and expose whatever dark dealings lay beneath the surface.

You were given a new identity, fresh clothes, even new mannerisms. Every trace of your true self was buried. You had become a loyal subordinate in the Crow’s inner circle.

Day by day, you worked your way closer. What began as silent nods and dismissed glances evolved into fleeting eye contact... and eventually, a rare, grumbled “thanks” from the elusive leader himself.

Then came your chance.

One evening, with the manor unusually quiet and the leader away, you slipped into his private office. Your fingers trembled as you rifled through forbidden documents—contracts, intel, secret dealings. You even found files with his real name: Sylus. Detailed dossiers, background checks… and then you saw it.

Your file.

As you flipped through the pages, dread coiled in your gut. He knew. He had known who you were before you ever set foot in his domain.

“I see you’ve figured it out…” The deep voice struck like a blade. You froze. Behind you stood Sylus.

“You really thought a fake name and a cheap disguise would fool me?” he sneered, voice low, dangerous. “How naïve.”

In a flash, he closed the distance, his hand gripping your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his. One of his eyes burned crimson, gleaming like a predator’s in the dark.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he whispered. “You’re mine. You always have been. It’s the only way to keep you safe.”

He paused for a brief moment, his grip on your chin loosening and his thumb caressed your cheek with reverence.

"Stay with me, kitten, and I can give you everything you want. I can give you a new life, starting now. Just say the words."